Do I wear jeans? A dress? Shorts? A sweater? Tee-shirt? A Hoodie? This is a harder decision that fanfictions and twitter, damn. What do I do?
After around an hour deciding what to wear, and finally deciding on a Hollister Hoodie and a pair of purple jeans and some converses, I realise it’s 5:30. I only have 30 minutes to get to the Starbucks shop. It takes 20 minutes to get there, if I run it I’ll take 10. I still have to put on a bit more make-up and do my hair.
I literally spend 5 minutes straightening my hair and put on a grey beanie, not great but it will do.
I grab my purse, it’s more like a wallet but oh well, just in case, and my phone, as well as a packet of mints (want my breathe to be minty fresh). I then practically try and ninja run out of the door.
However, I have one thing stopping me from jumping out of the front door: Mom.
“Where you going” Love you too, Mother.
“Out”
“Well, I guessed that, where exactly?” God.
“Just town”
“at 6? It’s dark, ill give you a lift if you wa-“
“I’m ok” I butt in
“Um, well ok”
“K”
“Well, be back for 9, and text me, you know I worry”
“I know”
“Okay remember to text me-“
Then I’m free, I’m out of the house. Thank God.
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That Boy With The Beanie
FanficYeah, there is this guy, at my school and his eyes sparkle like a star from outer space, his Australian accent melts my heart, his casual beanies and his larger than life quiff make me love him even more, and his name is Luke Hemmings...
